Sometimes I think this world runs on problems. We don’t have to dive deep into political slash world problems to find numerous and numerous simple examples – or can you think of a time when you were perfectly happy for a long period? Don’t lie! I may not know you, but I do know you. You always find something. Remember how you got yourself that perfect bag you’ve been wanting for so long and just a couple of days later you realised how you needed another one ASAP? Or that time you lost 5kg, looking better than ever before and then thought to yourself – another 2 would be nice. It’s like whenever you feel like your relationship has been going too smoothly for too long, you go out and look for something to f*ck it up real quick, am I right? – who’s that girl who just liked your photo and why is she so annoyingly ugly?
My current problems? I’m not getting tired of telling everybody how buried with work I am until the 16th of December when I’ll finally be done with all of my exams and presentations and annoying group work. If it wasn’t for my boyfriend’s constant nagging, I wouldn’t even find the time to post every now and then because I’m in a state of panic about not making it. The usual. Did I mention how I always, without a fail, manage to gain around 3kg during every exam period and sincerely wish for everybody who ‘forgets to eat when stressed’ to just shut up and go down with at least influenza? You people suck. I still have 2,5 weeks to go an I’ve already reached the 3kg mark.
Anyway, I love to spice things up so I decided to look for an additional problem – just to keep me busy, you know how it is. And what problem could be better than my annual favourite problem of the season, my nemesis: New Year’s Eve. I know how most of the posts on this topic focus on outfit choices and endless listings of all things sparkly online – but can we just take a moment to rage about it?
I’m happy to admit that I’m a party pooper when it comes to this evening – it must be the most annoying event of the year, besides birthdays and Valentine’s Day. Why? It just has this super important name and super important symbolic importance of ending the year the way you want it to start and therefore all of this pressure to be something to remember – and then suddenly no ordinary activity or event seems good enough. If you decide to just casually hit a club you’ll end up paying a multiple of what you’d spend on any other evening – without an additional value besides the date and a more fancy choice of outfit of the usual suspects. Want to go to a spa hotel for the night? Be prepared to promise your newborn as commission. And the fireworks? Yeah, I do like to watch it, but I’m fine with like five minutes. Besides the fact that my inner jew cries a little when I think of the crazy amount of money that is being burnt in the twinkling of an eye, it also makes me nervous to be around all those drunk idiots who can’t handle it and end up hurting themselves or others in more or less dangerous ways every single year.
Can’t we just skip it? Am I the only one who feels that way? I must be, because when I asked my friends about their plans, hoping we could spend an evening together with as many of them as possible, nearly everybody already had plans. Like, good ones. Mexico, Iceland, Seattle and South Africa are just my favourite of all of the destinations that I was told. Even my dad will be spending the evening in Abu Dhabi. Meh.
Don’t get me wrong – in theory, I’d love to spend New Year’s Eve somewhere else. There are just a couple of reasons that keep me from doing so – one being the current, let’s say, political situation. Yes, I am that paranoid. I’m just not in the mood for travel atm – call me crazy but even bigger German cities seem like places I’d rather avoid.
So where does that leave me and the boy? All alone in Sankt Gallen or Stuttgart, spending a cosy evening alone or with our parents? I remember it being fun, but that was back when I didn’t know how fun alcohol was. So I was thinking: maybe you’d like to share your plans for New Year’s Eve with us so to give us some #inspo ? Or maybe you’d like to invite us to your crazy party – somewhere secret and safe? I mean it. Maybe you could even convince us to board a plane – who knows?
Problems are vital for you, trust me.
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